Imagine you're sitting in a hotel room in Los Angeles. Five
nights with nothing to do. (In L.A., this is not an
impossibility.) Hopefully, you're sitting in said hotel room
with an exhaustive expense account at your disposal. So how
to pass the time, you ask?

Therein lies the premise of Hot Hollywood Escorts,
pretty much a striptease tape any way you unhook a bra strap.
Albeit a lickly showcased striptease tape with excellent
editing.

Never seen, only heard in voiceover, "Paul", a traveling
businessman, reaches for the yellow pages and starts ordering
escorts as though Domino's had just added a new hooker pizza
to the menu. The rest of the playlet pretty much goes by the
numbers, with each girl showing up to do her bit of business
while supplying pieces of personal biog information to Paul's
searing out-of-town questions.

Brittany slips out of a set of workout togs into something
like Princess Caroline of Monaco might wear. Lydia, "a
voluptuous brunette with a special edge," falters during a
domination scene that doesn't work simply because she's
unsure of her lines. And Stacy asks seductively, "Just a
strip or a slow, sensual strip?" Stacy's rather charming, but
her banter sounds more like an exchange Joe Eszterhas would
write for Showgirls.